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Night into Morning into Night
I toss and turn and
clasp a cool pillow
against my fevered body
I grip it between my legs
sinking into the soft folds
and I relax
just long enough
to succumb once again
to the sweet oblivion of sleep
clasp a cool pillow
against my fevered body
I grip it between my legs
sinking into the soft folds
and I relax
just long enough
to succumb once again
to the sweet oblivion of sleep
Published 13th Mar 2016
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